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Just Before Dusk MAG

December 15, 2014
By CurrentBell SILVER, Brookline, Massachusetts
CurrentBell SILVER, Brookline, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

I asked God today if you were the sun.
If I had mistaken your enveloping arms
for rays wound around my body,
confused the warmth of your heartbeat
with the heat of a star
burning in its own brilliance
I thought nothing was as big as you,
nothing loomed so low come summer
yet seemed so far come winter
I think I mistook you for divinity itself.

How else could you rise
With my head from pillow
Fall asleep with me, five train stops apart
Following me into darkness
Waiting patiently to bring joy,
A harbinger of breath and bedhead
Like how some ancient cultures
Believed you were life itself,
Not just a blip on some solar system model
Of yellow modeling clay
In a forgotten planetarium

If I looked through a telescope,
I would see the planets scattered
like the freckles on your cheeks
(Only the latter I’d care to memorize)
See the entropy of existence
and name every last polka dot
Until my eyes grew teary with knowledge
That come dawn, your face
Would still be the only I’d see

How could I ever get over you
(By standing on earth you eclipse
every other forgotten face)
How could I ever get over you
(Morning, exultation, light, inhale)
How could I ever get over you
(Night, melancholia, murk, exhale)
How could I ever get over you?

The author's comments:

I wrote this piece very quickly, but I hope that people enjoy it.

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